Charles M Moore Poems

Shimmering over autumn leaves
the whispering of springtime breeze
brushing off the years of dust
the final love
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As the years go rolling by
and your age is getting high
do you often wonder why
you have a birthday
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In the darkness of the winter
in the evening of the day
Bethlehem was full of wonder
tears of truth you heard them say
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When I see you as I see you
will you help me understand
will you show me get to know me
will you let me hold your hand
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My dog barks when I'm sleeping
to make sure that I'm not dead
and he barks when we go walking
and he barks when he wants fed
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In the spring you may find me
sitting high up in a tree
searching for the new begining
as I hear the songbirds singing
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Wild flowers don't feel grey today
the sun will come and you will sway
in summer breezes combing care
with swallows dancing through your hair
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If you looked in the mirror
what would you see
a face full of anger and hypocrisy
would you study the eyes
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I felt her smile like the rays of the sun
approaching me I almost felt she would run
calling my name with a pleasuring glee
excitingly glorious she came to me
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As I gaze back upon my life
as I recall when I was young
remember things I said and done
when I was less afraid
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